Month: January 2015

I’ve been in ‘Professor Mode’ of late. Supply and demand, it would seem that clients seem to have the similar idea that a professor is the perfect symbol for their business. Professor H here was rejected but I liked him enough to colour him up in his wooly brown suit. Did doctors really ever wear those strange things that looked like a small TV satellite dish on their heads, or is it just one of those odd things lodged in my memory?

I’m keen on cooking, and eating. This drawing was obviously about chefs or the like, but I cannot remember excactly. It covers a lot of things that I like and that I don’t. Cooking and the results thereof I am fond of, clearing up not.

I had a girlfriend many years ago who offered to cook for myself and my then flatmates in London. We were delighted that she’d offered her services and the result cannot have been all bad, but the thing that all of us remembered, even years afterwards, was the mess she made. There was not a single kitchen utensil she had not used, it truly looked like we’d been burgled by a kitchen maniac.

Then there’s eating out. Big square plate and small food sniffs of what the TV pundits call ‘fine dining’. I like it but would generally like them to use more plate.

I’m posting a cartoon a day but this is more of an illustration than a cartoon, I suppose.
There was a time when I thought of myself as an illustrator rather than a cartoonist but now I’m sure of my leanings.
I’m a cartoonist who wanders down the path of drawing every now and again, I’ll contrast this drawing with the next which will be a very rough sketch. When does it become a cartoon? I suppose the bench mark might be if it makes you smile or even better laugh, or in the case of the political stuff, to think. Hopefully all three in that sequence.

Incidentally if you want to be amused by just a few words take a look at this brilliant blog:

I made a vow to myself, when I first took up with this new fangled computer stuff that I would not get frustrated by it. I’d seen others driven to distraction by the way it seems to do exactly the opposite of what you asked it. I became a bit of a geek and bought magazines that featured full colour photographs of computers with massive memories. I’ve recovered from that now, I’ve taken up bird watching.

Here’s today’s offering: done a while ago, one does not see many of those massive computer screen thingies these days except on old TV crime stories that are being re-run yet again.